Struggle in Soviet Russia

The deafening explosion seemed to explode just a few meters away, and the dirt from the lasing shot almost buried Victor's life in the trenches.

Curled up as much as possible and pressed tightly against the trench wall, Victor rubbed his buzzing ears hard, and it took him a long time to regain his hearing.

The unique "creak" of the tanks became clearer and clearer, and even suppressed the shouts of the soldiers in the trenches. Victor forced himself to overcome his fear, fumbled for the AK47 that was discarded together, and slowly stood up from the trenches. .

Directly in front of the trench, a grey-black tank with a **** painted on it was running over the corpses all over the place. The toothed track was stained with blood, and there were even some glued organs. A German soldier hiding behind the tank was slipped by the broken body at his feet and fell to the ground.

Victor raised his assault rifle, aimed at the hapless German, and squeezed the trigger fiercely.

The German was shot in the head, half of his skull and his helmet were blown out, and he fell on the side wall of the tank, leaving a pool of red and white graffiti on the eye-catching white serial number. nausea.

Before he could celebrate his first kill, Victor felt the sound of a tank advancing from his side, and turned his head in amazement. A tank appeared beside him out of thin air, and the mud-wrapped track had already rolled in front of him...

A violent spirit, Victor woke up from the nightmare, looked at the familiar bedroom in front of him, he let out a sigh, raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Looking at his side, Ji Ana who accompanied him crazy last night is no longer there, only the pink pajamas and a pair of white underwear are still left on the floor next to the bed.

Turned over and got out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom naked. The corridor outside the house was very quiet, only the slightly dim light at dawn was spreading on the carpet.

The door to the living room opposite was open, and Ji Ana's softly humming sound came from inside, mixed with the soft clash of dishes.

Pulling hard, Victor walked into the living room barefoot. On the side of the table in the living room, Ji Ana, wearing only a white shirt, was standing at the table and playing with breakfast. Two long, wheat-colored legs were **** and sultry.

For some reason, when facing this woman, Victor felt his self-control plummet, and seeing the scene before him, he actually reacted instantly.

Walking past quietly, Victor stood behind Ji Ana who was unaware, and stretched out his hand to lift the hem of her shirt-as expected, there was a vacuum under the shirt.

Ji Ana was startled, she let out a whisper and twisted her shoulders as if she had turned around, but was blocked by Victor's sticking body.

Feeling the abnormality behind her, Ji Ana obediently separated her legs, and while supporting the table in front of her with her hands, she turned her head and kissed Victor Suo.

A **** sound soon sounded in the room, and the temperature of the air was rising rapidly...

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning projected into the room from the gap in the curtain, Victor, sitting in the chair, shuddered, feeling a momentary blank in his mind. He released the hand pressing on the back of Ji Ana's head, leaned her back into the back of the chair, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Women and women are always different. An Lina is like a green apple. Although submissive but lacking in taste, Ji Ana is different. She is like a ripe strawberry, not only full but also gorgeous, not only Submissive and full of fun, this is enough to make Victor obsessed with her.

Varenka got stuck and drove the car downstairs to the apartment. Victor, who changed into a brand-new military uniform, opened the door and got into the car, leaning directly on the seat and closing his eyes.

Varenka glanced at him curiously in the rearview mirror, wanted to ask something, but held back. He is more and more experienced now, knowing when to shut up and when to verbalize.

The car drove directly into the backyard of the People’s Committee of the Interior Building. When Victor got out of the car, Boris, who was in charge of logistics, was already waiting by the car. He was holding a document in his hand. Obviously there was something to report on. Among Victor's current subordinates, Boris is the one who knows the way of being an official best. He has implemented the working principles of asking for instructions early and reporting late.

However, today Boris is really not here to talk about trivial matters. Just earlier, the Kiev General Administration issued three consecutive notices.

The first notice is that the troops currently stationed in Lviv will be withdrawn in the near future, and it will take some time for the subsequent local troops to be replenished. During this window, the People’s Committee of the Interior should be vigilant and prevent Any occurrence of violence or sabotage.

The second notice is to request the Lviv People’s Committee of the Interior to coordinate with the railway transportation department to ensure the safety of railway transportation in the recent period.

The third notice requires the People’s Committee of the Interior to coordinate with the grain purchase department to ensure that the purchase and collection of autumn grain proceed smoothly.

A comparison of the three notices will reveal that the evacuated troops will go north, and the railway transportation section that requires key protection in the notice is also the route to the north, plus the grain purchase order issued in advance. If there is no accident, There should be war in the north. As a rebirth, although Victor did not know much about history in his previous life, he also knew that in this year and month, the Soviet Union seemed to have fought a battle with the Finns. In this war, although the Soviet Union finally won, it was The victory seemed tragic.

Well, in general, the war in the north has little to do with Victor. At most, he is busier at work, nothing more.

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On Shepchenko Street, under the towering Shepchenko Monument, a young couple is snuggling together and whispering. A little more than five or six meters away from them, an old woman in a headscarf, He was holding a wooden tray, peddling inferior bread to pedestrians.

With the old woman as the center, the line of sight radiates to the surroundings, you can see that the flow of people on the street is dynamic, and there are only these three people who stop, oh no, there is one more. On the west side of the Shepchenko Monument, on the side of the wall on the right side of the road, a young man in black is smoking a cigarette with his back against the wall. This building is less than two steps away on his right. The entrance, there is a door, a very old wooden door.

The smoking man is obviously waiting for someone. He is very vigilant. His blue eyes look around from time to time, seeming to be wary of every pedestrian passing by.

However, the facts will prove that even though he has worked very hard to remain vigilant, in the eyes of a shrewd hunter, his vigilance is far from enough.

Perhaps because of being too focused, the cigarette between the young man’s fingers went out halfway through smoking. He fumbled for a pack of matches and tried to light the cigarette again. However, he just put the match on. When he took it out of his trouser pocket, the door not far away shook, and two burly men walked out of the door one after the other.

The young man straightened up immediately, threw most of the cigarettes left in his hand on the ground, and hurried towards it.

The two strong men wore wide-brimmed top hats. While they looked around quietly, they talked quietly with the young man. They didn't know what they said to each other. Soon, the young man turned around. Walked towards the right side of the street.

After the young man walked out more than ten meters, one of the two strong men turned around, raised his hand and knocked twice on the wooden door that had just been closed.

After a while, the wooden door opened again, and a tall and thin man wearing a gray top hat walked out of the door. He almost stepped out of the wooden door, then stopped and looked at both sides of the street. Only then passed between the two strong men and walked in the direction where the young man had just disappeared.

Almost at this moment, a "beep" whistle suddenly sounded in the streets where people were traveling. The sound was sharp and harsh, and pedestrians who were less courageous would be startled. With the sudden sound of the whistle, a dozen people in the seemingly unrelated flow of people suddenly started running, they shuttled through the crowd, and a few others rushed out of the crowd directly towards the two strong men. And the guy in the gray top hat rushed over.

The two strong men reacted very quickly. They reacted at the moment the whistle sounded. One of them took out a pistol from nowhere, and the shot that "pounded" knocked down the young man who rushed past first. land. But before he pulled the trigger again, there were loud gunshots on the street. Amidst the sound of shooting, two burly men burst into blood, and then they fell softly to the ground.

A billowing grenade bounced out of the hands of another strong man who fell on the ground. In just a few seconds, there was a bang, and the glass near the windows was shattered by the shock. The strong man's arm Soaring into the air, he fell far into the middle of the road.

The pedestrians on the street didn't react until this time. Amidst the screams, the crowd scattered, but they fled in any direction, and the scene turned into a pot of porridge.

The guy in the gray top hat ran away at the moment the gunfire rang out, but only a few steps away, he was thrown to the ground by a young man who rushed over from the side. "Grey Top Hat" is obviously also a ruthless character. When he fell to the ground, his right hand had already pulled a dagger from his waist, and taking advantage of the opportunity to turn over, he stabbed the young man fiercely in the chest.

But before he could stab him for the second time, another young man rushed up, threw himself on top of him, and threw him to the ground.

The "Grey Top Hat" hat was hit and flew to the ground, revealing a thin but fierce face. He strangled the young man's neck, and the dagger in the other hand tried to thrust the young man between his ribs. But at this moment, the sole of a high boot appeared in front of him and stomped his face severely.